Epilogue
EPILOGUE
Ezra
T he house was dark when I walked inside. Frowning, I flipped on the entranceway light, then toed off my boots. Since Spencer had quit the hospital, he’d put off on getting another job for a little while, claiming he wanted to rest and figure out what environment he wanted to work in now. Logan and I had been perfectly fine with it. And we sure as fuck weren’t complaining when we came home to home-cooked meals, had breakfast every morning on the weekends, and our lunches were packed and ready for us when we left for work each morning.
But for once, Spencer was missing, not waiting on me like he usually was, and dinner wasn’t cooked. I looked everywhere for him, thinking he might have fallen asleep or maybe he wasn’t feeling well, but nope. He was gone, which was weird because his car was in the driveway.
Frowning, I pulled out my phone. He’d told me and Logan earlier that he would be having lunch with Jaxon. But lunch would’ve been hours ago, especially since it was dark outside now.
Lifting my phone to my ear, I impatiently listened to it ring. And finally, right before I knew I would be getting sent to voicemail, my husband picked up the phone.
“Ezra!” he exclaimed, his words slurred, and my worry immediately turned to amusement. He was wasted . He gasped. “Oh, my God. Oopsie,” he whispered. “Dad, Ezra called me, and I think he’s home. And there’s no—” he hiccupped— “there’s no dinner.”
“He’s grown,” Jaxon said, sounding just as drunk as his son. I laughed—couldn’t fucking help it. “He can make his own dinner like a big boy.”
“I don’t think he can cook,” Spencer said, still whispering like he didn’t want me to hear what he was saying, but he was too drunk to remember to put me on mute.
“I can hear you, baby,” I teased. He squeaked, making me chuckle. “Where are you?”
“At Dad’s. We had lots of drinks. And the food was soooo good. I have a food baby.” I could hear him smacking his belly. I grinned. “It’s adorable.”
I snickered, heading back to the front door to put my boots back on. “You hang tight, baby. I’ll be there soon to pick up your adorable little ass. I love you.”
“Love you moooooore!” he yelled.
I ended the call, then dialed Logan. He answered on the second ring. “Yeah, babe?” he asked.
“You on your way home?” I asked as I pulled my keys off the hook and headed back out the door.
“Yeah. Why? Need me to pick something up?”
“Nope,” I said, popping the P as I unlocked my truck. “Want to meet me at Jaxon’s? Our husband got shit-faced with his dad. He’s not home. He’s drunk as fuck .”
Logan cackled. Spencer rarely got drunk, but Logan and I both knew when he did, he was usually a fucking trip. “Fuck yeah. I’ll meet you there. Drive safe. I love you.”
“Love you, too,” I told him.
* * *
Zeppelin and Eros were just getting out of their cars when Logan and I pulled up somehow at the same time. They both turned to look at us, frowning. Zeppelin looked annoyed, and Eros was clearly confused. I hopped out and strode around my truck, leaving the vehicle running. We wouldn’t be long. I just needed to pick up our drunk husband and get him home so he could sleep it off.
“We won’t be here long,” I promised. Zeppelin hummed, looking like he didn’t believe me. “Spencer is drunk.”
“And so is Jaxon,” Logan said, getting out of his Jeep and leaving it running as well. “They took lunch to a whole new level.”
Zeppelin’s annoyance fell away to pure fucking glee. “Really? Oh, I’ve got to fucking see this.” Spinning on his heel, he hurried to the door and pushed it open. “Honey, I’m home!” he called.
Jaxon stumbled out of the kitchen, a wine bottle in hand. Spencer poked his head out from behind him, his eyes glazed over and his skin flushed pink. I grinned at the sight of them. Logan laughed and moved forward. Spencer’s eyes widened. “I didn’t do it!” he yelled.
Logan paused, his brows furrowing as he frowned at our husband. “Didn’t do what, pretty boy?”
Spencer winced. Eros sighed and moved around all of us, pausing in the kitchen. “Woooow,” he drawled. Interest piqued, I followed him in, my eyes widening at the atrocity that was the kitchen. It looked like the two drunk men had attempted to clean, but they’d only made a bigger mess. The sink had clearly overflowed onto the floor because someone forgot to turn the water off in time, and soap suds and water were everywhere . Food containers littered the counter, and?—
Was that a pepperoni on the wall?
I turned to face the two men. “Alright—you’ve clearly had enough,” I said, plucking the coffee cup that looked to have been recently topped off with wine from Spencer’s grasp. I set it on the counter, then swung him into my arms. His jeans were soaked, as was his shirt. He was a mess .
And he was going to be so hungover tomorrow.
“Zep, please get Jax in the shower and to bed,” Eros sighed. “I’ll get this cleaned up.”
Zeppelin, who was grinning ear to fucking ear, took the wine bottle from Jax and led him—well, more like supported him—to their room, saying something to him I could barely make out. Logan turned to Eros. “I’ll stay and help.” He looked at me. “You got him?”
Spencer was already about to pass out, his arms sliding from around my neck. His eyelids were fluttering as he struggled to stay awake. Poor baby. This was going to hurt in the morning.
“I’ve got him,” I assured him. “He’s going to be really fucking hungover in the morning.”
Eros huffed. “He and Jax both.” He shook his head. “Neither of them will probably even remember this.”
Logan snickered. “Oh, but I will, and Jax is never going to live this down when he used to always reprimand me for making poor decisions.”
I laughed and shook my head. “I’m getting him home. Text me when you leave here,” I called over my shoulder.
“I will, and you text me when you two are home,” Logan ordered. “Love you.”
“We love you, too,” Spencer slurred, his words barely understandable, making Logan bark out a laugh.
“Drive safe,” Logan told me.
“Always,” I promised.
“I don’t feel so good,” Spencer suddenly mumbled when I was descending the stairs to head to the truck. And as soon as I made to set him down so he could puke on the grass, he spewed vomit all over me.
Then promptly burst into tears.
“Oh, you poor thing,” I said, shaking my head as I strode to my truck, clutching him tight to my chest, wishing I could do something to make him feel better. “I bet you won’t do this again.”
“Never again,” he mumbled, sniffling.
I pressed a kiss to the top of his head, then settled him in the passenger seat of my truck. After buckling him in, I closed the door and pulled my phone out, snapping a quick pic of my vomit-stained clothes and sending it to Logan.
Ezra:
[Image]
Logan:
Oh, fucking gross. Better you than me.
Logan:
Is he okay?
I glanced toward the truck. Spencer was already passed out, his head against the window and his mouth open wide. I snapped a picture of him through the windshield, then sent that to Logan, too.
Ezra:
[Image]
Logan:
Poor baby. Give him all the cuddles once you’re both clean. I’ll be joining the party in the next century if you two are still alive. This kitchen is going to take forever.
I barked out a laugh and climbed into the truck.
Ezra:
As if we’d die before you could cuddle us.
Logan:
You two couldn’t live that long without me no way.
He wasn’t wrong. We couldn’t. Life might get messy at times, sometimes even literally, but the three of us were a done deal.
And I couldn’t survive without Spencer and Logan, even with snarky comments, drunk moments, and vomit spewing.
Be on the lookout for the next book in the series, featuring Shane from Zep’s tattoo shop!